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Welcome to Tallygarunga, an original roleplay set in the Harry Potter universe. Set in present-day Australia, tensions are high between the Ministry of Magic and the only Ministry-run wizarding school in the country. Become like the other snooty private schools? Not a chance.

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"I can always pull someout from somewhere. Though you'd take to it far too easily." A small smirk touched his lips. The added weight from Gemini's lean hadn't caused any noticeable disruption towards his balance, shifting one of his arms to wrap around the newly arrived woman's waist to steady her. Even adding a light shake of his head at how casually comfortable she managed to make her self using both himself and Keira as personal body-furnitures. While he held no actual problem with her drinking, the desire to keep her from destructive means kept him far more alert with his Dhampiric senses.
"I don't think you'd ever not be, 'Still kicking'. Probably kick up more fuss than Sibs trying to tend to a patient." Or equal at that, stubborn women seemed to be the key feature within that gathered group. "Oh, excuse me~. I had nearly forgot that you're going the full on Musical career route. I guess I can give up my job and start being a proper roadie." He smirked with amusement at the thought alone, not that he would even if asked. Journalism had been in his blood and he knew how to get to places and people in ways most wouldn't dare or couldn't even consider. "Hey, we work hard disrupting other peoples lives! Let us at least waste it."
"Now you -know- that isn't the reason why I really did it. You just need to get out a bit more with some fun." While he couldn't deny the woman drove him crazy many times a day, trying to 'get rid of her' had never been the actual intention behind the idea when it popped into his mind. Clearly she needed more of a break from his usual firm nature, right? "And sometimes you are kind of too destructive. Just not always in the scorching of sofa's, sometimes it's giving my Mother ammo she -shouldn't- have." He stated as his gaze narrowed. The woman still held it over his head his 'honest feelings' being spoken in a moment he had originally thought had been between just two people.
Goes to show him!
The news that suddenly broke drove him to a weighted silence. Reporter's could be brutal, hell, even he held his moments when the 'Truth' needed to be pulled out. But there were still lines, for the sake of decency, that shouldn't be crossed just to get a story. Intruding in a persons home, their private lives like the schools of their subject's children. What more would a child even know? Just to show that the man had been heartless? Or had it been a way to discredit the Mother from 'keeping her Father' from her. A disgusted snort exhausted from his nostrils. "Can't really argue the 'Vultures' bit too well, even in my case for many moments."
"Sibs is right though, probably need a moment to ease out that stress. It probably won't be the end of it easily." Unless he stepped in, he could do that. He had enough contacts and even if they wouldn't help he still had certain. . . Capabilities that he could make use of that he would've ordinarily shunned. "Yea, how is she doing? Does anyone know which Reporter's or station had been poking around there?"

An amused chuckle vibrated from him, a glance turning towards Keira as the grimace took hold of her. "Sorry, I just had to. It was opportunity that couldn't be passed up." Not that he'd been much for puns himself though he knew she probably took it worse than he did, the mischievous smile that stretched on his face unhidden. It had been an idea that he could've entertained, a list of 'Awful Puns from Australia's Finest' as a part of the paper. Something lift up the spirits of those that read far more of the unbidden truth.
Though Gemini silent stalked around, for him, her smell had been undeniable - able to pick her out before she even passed the threshold into The Tipsy Mozzie. Yet, he casually continued to sip from the glass as if he hadn't noticed anything at all. "Devil with a contract at that." He grinned, though it easily faltered from the kiss and nip offered to him by the ever so playful woman that now hung at his neck. A small shiver from the light touch running along his spine.
"I'm counting your drinks, Gem. I can't afford new furniture every week. This is not that kind of a job." He smirked towards her, as much as he would've wanted the reporter business to be something financially abundant, the truth of the matter had been it was a thankless and low paid kind of a job with those that invested in it. Much of it had been towards paying others work as much as it had been to maintain the presses and greasing the palms of several sources. Not to mention he didn't really want to hear the words 'Strong' and 'Drink' flow from the woman's mouth given the most recent of news. "Only a bit of burning. Told Keira she needed to take you away for girl time, get you out of my hair a bit." His elbow nudged against Gemini's side in a joking manner.
"Really just to give you a bit more of some fresh air, more focus elsewhere. Though judging by that need of a strong drink. . . Sounds like something beat us to the punch for distractions and not a good one."

"Absolutely nothing, I'm just here talking to myself. Words in the wind, as it were." A small grin curved on his lips before he took another sip from the glass, lingering a bit longer at the edge of it before placing it back down. It didn't hold much of a sway for him bolstering a sturdy constitution even so it wouldn't do him any good to try and loose himself into the habit of downing way too many. It'd been a heavy subject, while he hadn't been around during the first wave of it, the second punch that lingered in recent days didn't lack in intention of developing a bruise in more than just a few people.
"Hah, your rocks off? Don't tell me you're going to start using that line while holding a bucket full of ice." Not that he took Keira as the one for puns but the thought didn't lack its amusing image that he'd painted in his mind. "A movie night might work pretty well. That or taking her somewhere pretty active, she likes to keep moving. Actually. . ." The thought hadn't been a bad one, something that he figured she might say yes to under many circumstances. "Could always take her paintballing. It will give her a chance to fire off shots of fury that might make her feel stress free." Not to mention he'd heard there'd been a certain 'satisfaction' hitting a moving target that way.
An almost mischievous chuckle escaped from him though the smile on his face had been one of fondness and warmth. "And she won't have any excuse when it comes to Gabby." She hadn't been his child, not that he ever thought of plans of having one. But he understood the mantle he'd been taking up when not only sparking an interest with Gemini but committing to it in every way possible. Marcus knew there'd been several years to catch up on to understand both Gem and Gabby to the point where he felt he could understand them fluently without needing to poke at their minds. "I can think of a few things her and I could do that will probably end with me making her the pancakes she loves."
Which almost seemed like an every day thing to him at this point. An activity which, at first, struck at every anxiety in his mind that came with having those even closely resembling a family. Now. . . It had been one of the many aspects of his life that he looked forward towards.

"It's the kind of thing that would send a wave through everyone connected in some way." Either through memories of their own issues or proxy through the innate care someone held for an individual, it would've been difficult to escape hearing such a thing and not being infuriated or upset on some level. "Just be careful with it, I know you're a whole daring sort but the last thing I need is both Gemini and Sibs tearing into me about telling you this and you ending up surrounded by a bunch of guys with guns or something." He smirked lightly, as much as it had been meant as a joke he also knew the serious matter of situations when it came not only to political avenues but also the far darker elements of the Underworld that tended to be connected to the higher echelons in some of the most ironic situations.
His hand curved around the class and he brought the edge of it to his lips, tipping the last of the contents from the glass and into his mouth. Giving a conservative swig as if he needed to wash away an intensely bad aftertaste before swallowing it down fully.
"Overzealous will end up breathing anyways, when it isn't really a secret any longer and her ties well to the man well known amongst those that had kept tabs before his sudden disappearance well. . ." There had always been a 'story', something news worthy to others when it came to misfortune and misery. The potential shake up and compromises that could cause an emotional or verbal slip-up in a person once certain details that may or may not have been know pop up. "Eventually the wave will end, the question is always on the 'when'." Taking in a deep breath afterwards his shoulders offered up a shrug of resignation and his hand pushed the class towards the Bartender for a refill.
"Ahaha, I should be fine honestly. Worse stresses in my life that's for certain." His gaze narrowed in thought; problems that had yet to be resolved on his own end with a few things that he could only truly acknowledge as 'Family Business'. "My Mother helps out when she can even though she probably should be resting. Though I think it helps to keep her distracted so I don't push too much." Once his refill had been completed he pulled the glass with the napkin back towards him. "Though I'd say contact Gem to see if she might need a girl's night out. Just avoid the whole, letting her get -too- drunk. Depending on how her mind is things can either get really pranky or really fiery."
The pranks weren't too bad of a thing to try and avoid, as much as he preferred -not- being a target every day. It'd been, by far, more preferred than the woman burning something down out of rage or sorrow. "A night out will give her a good reminder that she won't really lose anything just because a heavy change in life happened."

"Couldn't tell you the specifics of it currently." His fingers clutched at the glass then he brought it up to his lips where he started to sip from the edge of it conservatively. "Though me going to search it out isn't the kind of thing to do on a whim." He closed his eyes and shrugged lightly. "Not anymore, anyways." If he only had himself to worry about it wouldn't have been such a big deal. With a few more complications knitted to the picture, such as the return of his Mother, Gemini and Gabby. . . Things he'd have no problem doing and taking the risks that came with it weren't actually things he should've been contemplating anymore without a well formed game plan of defense.
"It isn't under wraps at all. Just never fully made it to Australia as news until a couple of months ago, he gained a pretty big draw out in the Americas'. Don't know who ambushed Gem that night but it definitely was someone who had really on-point international contacts." Not that he didn't, he'd mostly been ignoring his phone that night to catch up on more work that had been slacking. "I'm not sure how long he's actually been in sight, requires a bit more digging than I can spare." On top of his own personal research on things, the time just didn't seem to add up in his favor what-so-ever in trying to accumulate that kind of dedicated knowledge. "What I -do- know is that he hasn't made any effort of contact in any fashion. Not even on the media news platform to search for 'His Girls', honestly, not even sure if he's talked about them yet to any sources in general."
Which he counted as somewhat of a blessing for a numerous amount of reasons.
After taking another sip from his drink, Marcus placed it down onto a napkin that rested on the bar top. "Oh, she's completely fine around me. Leaving her to her own devices and mind would. . . Be far worse on that. Overthinking, then going deeper into the 'wondering' on the various why's: Why now?, Why hasn't he contacted them?, Why did he stay away for so long? that sort of thing." The time he spent with the woman on top of supping on her blood far more often than he personally liked gave him an intuited idea of the mental space within the Part Veela's mind. "I've been helping to keep her mind off of it, mostly various outing's with Gabby. And not bringing more of hassle for her somewhat childish tricks with the ever so -not- helpful assistance of my Mother."
A soft sigh escaped his lips, what form of twisted creator made it that his girlfriend and his Mother would be on such good terms when it came to his personal torture? "She's stable for now but it's obvious that it still nags at her, that unfinished business that she -thought- was finished. Burying someone, mourning them, only to find out all those tears? The nights wondering and trying to build back up? Had been for nothing."

"I wish I was, honestly. But no, apparently they've under it some guise that it was some kind of important work." From the sound of things it also seemed like the man had been wrapped up in something far more serious than what Gem had been telling him. Even so, that had been her own personal history, the kind of information that he didn't really need and understood the distance and respect of it all. When and if she wanted him to know and understand the full story she'd tell him. Until then he knew the most he could do involved being supportive to both her and Gabby when they needed him as a rock the most. Still, it was an awkward avenue for the man, not really believing he found himself in such a position in the first place.
"It's only illegal if there isn't a good or government backed reason. He's a well connected man from what I gather, his name still holds a lot of weight and sway." Trying to poke at an individual in that particular position had always been far more of a gamble in finesse than anything else. Families that held a sense of political clout in different arenas had been difficult target under the best of circumstances. "Plus, I think he's in the States right now. I don't think he plans to come back here. Did offer Gem that I'd go with her there but I'm pretty sure she's still mulling it over it." His head shook lightly and he offered a gentle shrug while pulling the glass of his drink to his lips and taking a modest sip from it.
"At first, badly. From what I gathered she didn't even know herself, she was blindsided by a reporter who had access to the skinny after a gig. So. . . As you can imagine between the shock and the lack of knowledge at first she found herself with a few drinks in." Unfortunately, Marcus held an eidetic memory, the moment flashed in his mind so vividly that he could still hear the ringing of the key attempting to push into the lock of the door, the smell of freshly consumed brew that wafted around the young woman when she cam barreling into his home in a stumbled drunkenness. "Set the couch on fire a bit too, I'm probably lucky that's all she set on fire. Trying to replace more than just that would've been a hell."
Not to mention, it'd been a moment that somewhat forced him to admit his feelings to the cheeky Half-Veela. Who, even while inebriated, still managed to be even -more- cheeky than usual. "I'm pretty sure it's still bothering her considering that she spent the time mourning him as if she buried the actual body. At least the initial reason why she'd been worried about the news had been settled that night easily."

"That's probably for the best. I can drink most people under a table and out of their pockets." Marcus laughed smoothly as he leaned against the counter until the drink he ordered arrived, sliding across the top of the bar as he caught it effortlessely. A force of habit with certain aspects of his reflexes, luckily enough he hadn't been too worried about the display itself - at best it'd been minor. His head nodded several times with an expression of approval towards her voiced stance. "Anything can look like fun with the right look on your face and a forced laugh or two. Most people can hardly tell the difference these days." His lips pressed into a thin grin before taking a brief sip from the glass that ahd been handed to him.
He sighed softly and a shrug flowed from his shoulders. "Maybe a bit of both? It's been a rough couple of months for me in one way or another." Harder times did exist for him, there were exposures that made what he'd been dealing with pale in comparison. Yet, it'd been the drain that it all managed to siphon from him that called for just a bit of a break from the usual day-to-day people found himself interacting with. "Not sure if you heard it, a few months back a famous actor, Frankie Dean? Pretty big name, reportedly died and left behind a daughter and a lovely woman? Turns out his 'Death' was more fake than a hidden compartment." The tone of his voice showed a weight irritation, yet the reasons that stapled to it had been largely unknown.
The tip of his thumb traced along the lining of his jaw from the left and towards the center of his chin in thought. "Which the reason I needed to clear my head from this surge of information is that I'm dating the woman he left behind. . . And pretty much always around the child he left behind." His head shook lightly and a small groan vibrates from his throat. "Guy didn't even have the balls to call his own kid, didn't even try to reach out even a bit." That bit had the Dhampir really miffed, the young girl, Gabby, deserved to have her father in her life and being active. Or, at least, deserved a proper father whom cared enough to invest and build with her. "Either way, I needed to get out for a bit from the tension my house has sometimes. And if her anger sparks. . . Oh man, it's like trying to calm down a raging bull."
An amused chuckle rumbled from him, while it could cause issues and had done so with a few pieces of furniture. It'd been one of the appealing traits in Gemini and mostly because he knew he'd been far more durable and held a string mental willpower to ignore a lot of what would make most of his kind cringe or back away. "But everyone has a storied past, right? When you're a single mother sometimes the other half-past can bite and it bites hard with iron-steel jaws."

For the most part things had been slow for him, His mother still was the old biddy that also happened to be a large pain in his ass and Gemini fared no better in that department. That happened to be the collection of his life, despite the headaches it showed the relative peace that had hit for him. Which unsettled him immensely, accustomed to constantly being on the move and getting himself involved in the seedy underworld to crack open the next big bit of information that the people of Australia needed to see. Marcus had still been kicking himself after letting the lead of a recently thought to be deceased actor suddenly dug themselves out of the grave, so to speak. He couldn't understand why the famous, especially those with actual families, would up and do that simply for the sake of publicity and fame.
There'd only been two places he would frequent for meetings or to clear his head just a bit and on a random whim he chose 'The Tipsy Mozzie.' While he wasn't a heavy regular he popped in once in a while to get away from the autonomy that had been The Roo. Shaking things up often gave a charge of a feeling, as if he hit the streak of being unpredictable once more. His hand pressed against the handle of the door as he walked into the establishment without any halt towards his movements. A graceful entry before lagging the door behind slightly to close it rather than letting it slam or force shut on its own, a habit of respect for him.
'Must be a low ebb everywhere. . .' His head shook in slight dissatisfaction, it was no secret that the young Dhampir supported those that established their own businesses. Even going as far as to draw attention to them in his News Paper's and other publications to give attention based accolades. Those that worked hard and managed to keep afloat deserved the acknowledgement for it.
Marcus' nostrils took in the scent, a force of habit when he entered areas. That's when the air that swept through his nose caught someone familiar to him which prompted his eyes to scan around the place to spot a single lone woman sitting off towards the side. He made his way over towards her, sitting down before even announcing himself and huddled up towards the bar's counter with a slight raise of his arm to catch the Bartender's attention. "I'll have what she's having."
After making his order he started to remove his jacket and draped it over a single leg getting a bit more comfortable. "Hey there, Keira. Looks like you're trying to hit the happy hour." While it had been clear she'd been here for sometime, there didn't seem to be any sense of inebriation that he picked up. "You know if someone catches you here, they might just start to think you aren't just a social drinker." A gentle joking prod within his words.

"Hmm... I concede to your point about that shithead bit, you can be pretty~ bad. I mean, you bump your guitar into me first meeting, make me break my own glasses! Then some how convince me to not bill you for it!" He shook his head as if all that added up to actually being her grand scheming plan. The small smirk that had grew on his lips showcasing he knew it had been anything but. "You just like poking bears for fun, I think. I literally think you go out into some woods, somewhere in the world, and start poking random bears during hibernation seasons. That has to be the only way you're so adept at gaslighting." Most times he wondered how or why he put up with her but that had often been the point of having love for someone, wasn't it? To care about DESPITE the way that they'd been towards you, well, mostly when it hadn't been meant in a malicious manner. "I'm a sucker for not being smart and tossing two people out."
Not like he'd actually toss Gem or Layla out on their ass, not now anyways. Maybe if it had been him a few months ago keeping a careful distance. Times were simpler then. "Convenient, no doubt." This was what it must have been like to pay a special price in someone's personal hell, wasn't it? "Half an hour? You're underestimating how much work has actually built up for me dealing with both you and my Mother. I have a good three days worth of leads to track down and verify." Not an entire lie but not something he seemed to be losing much sleep over either. "I absolutely can! That's what the bribe pancakes are for, now that I know how to make them. I can win her to my side." His snicker formed as her brow furrowed, he knew it probably had been a bit of a sore point but it had been amusing to see her response none the less.
That amusement soon receded and dipped into a soft solemn internal silence. He let her finished but he could tell, the way her vital signs had been pulsing through her body, it had started to lull her to a snore-filled sleep. A small smile, though sad touched his lips. "I hadn't said that for my own heart, silly, Gemini. . . I didn't want you hurt with doubt that you weren't entirely sure. . ." He waited for a moment until he'd been sure he wouldn't wake her up and then picked the slumbering woman up in his arms effortlessly in a bridal carry. Placed her onto the couch and pulled a nearby quilt over her. "Love you both to bits too. You won't need to ever worry about losing what you've gained." What -they've- gained, he couldn't leave out that he'd been fortunate enough to have that kind of affection. Even with the meddling of not only Layla but Sibylla too, which figured, his mother and the woman that had been much like a Grandmother to himself in assistance.
His hand reached into his pocket pulling out a silver pendant, a blood-red jewel sat within the center of it as his eyes burrowed at the recently attained trinket. "No matter what may come."

The short-lived silence that had come from Gemini caused a soft hum to emit from him in thought. It seemed that there had been more weight on her mind than she showed through or had it been that part of her didn't realize those things until the connection had been made in the moment? It was probably best to not to attempt a psychoanalysis of a person who had been a couple of drinks into the wind. "You think I wouldn't know. You're underestimating a reporter's talents and resourcefulness." A toothy grin had been his own response towards the crooked smile. "I have many talents, skills, and aces up my sleeve that can get me the right answer. I'm just being nice in not using them, have to let you keep that dignity of thinking I don't know!" His expression then shifted into a more playful smile.
"Now, is that only when you're drunk or all the time? Because now comes down to if it's really just acute selective hearing in both moments." Marcus placed his bet on it being much more of a selective hearing case. The thought alone rumbled an amused chuckle while his hand weaved through the short raven locks on his head. Either way, he wasn't sure how much he could 'handle' staying between the little shit that Gem had decided to become with the ever so 'Mrs. Rogers' in the other room thinking that it had been a wonderful day in the room for her antics. "You know. . . You two can just stay here with each other and I'll move it. I'll only come to visit Gabby, the only person who actually cares about my abused feelings." They'd been the reason why he tried to keep such intimate moments a secret and probably will be even more honed on trying to keep that the case.
"What she's about to hear is the biggest eviction notice in history." Maybe he should have put her under a sleep spell? If only he had planned properly for emergencies that would end up putting him into a position where he actually wore more of his emotions on the sleeve. A scoff filled lightly at what he considered be a 'predicament' for him to be seen caught in, someone like him shouldn't be in a position to be blackmailed like this! The annoyance and exaggerated ire that he had built up seemed to be flushed out of his mind feeling the softness of Gemini's lips against him. His expression shifted, drawn to one that had stared at her inspecting the softened gaze that had been offered to him. It didn't seem like she'd been planning her usual shenanigans to exasperate the situation even further. " 'Pretty sure', Ouch. That's like saying 'Maybe I might have something for you. Don't really know.'" He gave a smirk to show that he hadn't actually felt slighted or harmed emotionally from the words - more of a tease at her expense.
"Don't go admitting stuff that you're not sure of if you're drunk though. You'll end up second guessing it when you can remember - will make it more difficult to differentiate your actual feelings rather than the mess you're walking in right now." Part of him wanted to take back his own admittance. Not because it hadn't been true but that it had been much more exposure to this kind of sun than he had been accustomed towards. He'd had rather stand out in the burning and blinding rays of the morning than take that kind of risk that would burn in a much harsher blaze. Instead of trying to focus on the harm it could cause him; It'd been the larger reflection that the potential harm to Gemini could be caused with her past memories at conflict with her current feelings. "Better safe than regretful with these kind of things, right?"

She was most likely right in his desire to not want to know the true answer for that kind of feeling. That would be the kind of thing where no amount of soap, water, or scrubbing could ever be considered 'enough' to get that kind of slime off of someone. It was often how he perceived certain thoughts that would be lifted up from the surfaces of peoples mind if he hadn't gone through trying to search them out. One thing he'd always questioned about his Mother had been how did she manage to keep him a secret from the rest of the circle of friends that his grandparents had gathered up in a way to showcase their much more 'Pureblooded' status. "Being sneaky and eavesdropping isn't the only skill. She can keep a secret as well as a stool pigeon or a reporter's source." That and he couldn't imagine her being subtle with the way she'd slap some of her 'demands' or 'expectations' in front of him with the hardest metaphorical punches. A snicker emitted from him as he leaned inwards and returned the whisper. "Do you think she could really work a small device without yelling, 'I'm putting this here.' ?"
Marcus laughed softly. "Loan-a-kid? That sounds like it'd be a pretty good business to start up. 'Mother bothering you about grandkids? Need someone to wash your car? How about someone to actually have Christmas Dinner with? Well, Loan-a-Kid today!' That kind of got a bit sad at the end." Laughter turned into a chuckle that slowly started to ease up. Though he imagined if Gabby had been around even more often, if that had at all been even possible, that his Mother could be satisfied and distracted in spoiling her. At least to by sometime to see if that had been the kind of thought he even wanted to pursue in the first place. "Angel in the streets, freaky in the sheets that's all I'm saying on that!" Then an accusing stare shifted towards Gemini. "And for all you know, you were just fueling all that emotion of desire for me to do it all." Not that he believed that, chances had been they were feeding heavily off of one another.
A smirk found its way on his lips while their eyes met, hands raised up to press on both side of her cheek while the edges of his fingers rubbed along the tip of her earlobe gently as if it had been a teased massage. "Drunken deafness is a serious thing, of course, most times it seems you select when you have it even sober." He couldn't count how many times it seemed as if she didn't hear him just to see if he'd constantly repeat what he stated towards her. But now, now he had her where she couldn't hide her face away from him after hearing the words. While he didn't expect her to be the 'embarrassed' sort, there also hadn't been the expectation that she'd want him to speak louder. At this point he suspected she wanted the entire house to know. Even worse had been he was more than one-hundred percent sure that Layla was around the corner, it was customary as his luck to have these moments go in the other direction quickly. "Fine, you little punk."
He considered her blush his for the viewing and that would probably be the greatest win possible in his mind. Voice elevated strongly while he stared deeper into her eyes. "I LOVE YOU, GEMINI." The base had been enough that it could be felt through a glass table if one placed their hand onto its surface. The declaration had been followed by the sound of sniggled 'Dawh', was that actually tear sniffling in the background now? A soft annoyed sigh erupted from him because that could only mean one thing. "You just -had- to tempt the beast, Gemma. Now she's hiding there behind the WALL! AS IF I CAN'T -HEAR- HER!"

- Is actually the son of a Vampire, He doesn't think too much on the who, when, or worry. Ew, mommy having 'fun time'.

- Isn't on the best list of groups with 'darker intentions', has exposed more than he probably should have in certain crimes that happen 'randomly'.

- Occasionally visits Egypt in secret to connect with an old childhood friend.

- Is actually a good singer! Imagine that! Shower acoustics.

- Changed his name from Garai to Carsen in order to hide his bloodline and obscure the ability to track his heritag

General Knowledge

- Is an accomplished 'Self-Employed Journalist' as he'd place it.

- Is at least a Wizard, though it isn't clear where his actual bloodline is at

- Graduate from VMU and is active in helping out once in a while

- Holds Egyptian heritage and isn't native to the country.

- Has a knack for wearing oddly nice and soft clothing

-Reconnected with his Mother in 2018 after diagnoses of her illness

Personal

Personality

To narrow it down to a 'playful sort' would do Marcus a grand discredit. Being in the business of news and socially active there is a certain way he projects himself as and it's often the goofball man who always tends to hit the nail on the head. It's a matter of timing and atmosphere which are two things he's learned to adapt to reading to play the immediate crowd for a benefit.

It is rare to find a serious notion on him but there are times where it will rare its ugly head and mostly when he's on the tail of a story that is too intense to joke around about. Which has only really been one or two occasions but he often doesn't count.

Due to his own life growing up he understands there is a line between economical social classes at times and tries when he can to help out the little man. Though similarly because of his more recent past it stems from the idea that maybe the person or family maybe out on their own luck much like he was with his Mother's family.

The truth of it all, however, is that regardless of what is displayed towards the outside it is only a shell of what people would ever get. There is a sense of loneliness in the young man and that is primarily because he has drawn himself at a distance away from people to protect them from his occupation. It is a job that can invite more disaster than it intends.

It is also because of the subconscious idea that one may not entirely accept that he isn't 'wholly' human.

Appearance

Marcus stands at a nice height of Six Feet and Two Inches, his skin of slight discolored bronze while raven black hair cascades. The length of the strands reach long enough to the center of his back so as such it's often braided tightly in a clean and neat fashion. Eyes are an almond coloration and the shape of them are slightly stretched and small.

His body is well shaped in peak condition as he often exercises and keeps it healthy. It is easier to say that he has more of an athletic build versus a muscular physique. Clothing that is worn often is fitting, never too tight and never too loose yet the fabrics are always of a fine design and make. There would never be pure cotton or just any old pairs of jeans fastened onto his body. Around his neck is a pendant that holds a form of turquoise jewel embedded in the center of tribal designed markings from an Indigenous tribe in America.

Confidence exudes from him in the way that he speaks and conducts himself. There is never a time where his expression falters from what he is speaking about which adds to a strong countenance.

Relationships

The story so far

History

Given some form of life from his mother, Layla Garai, an Egyptian Pureblood housed in a somewhat well-off family. Then there was his father known as Carsen or perhaps sometimes Dean. It’s often obscure even from his own perspective on his father’s true name given the fact he was a Vampire that lived through various ages and changed his identity often enough to remain a constant enigma. Marcus’ birth was not an easy one as the life of a Dhampir is easy to snuff out due to the low survival rates despite the innate resilience that would arrive as one grew. In this the male was considered a miracle on one spectrum but also a pariah on another. His father didn’t stay around for long as a restless nomad his feet eventually moved to whatever stone his hat called home. As for Layla? Being from a family that was well-off enough and trying to raise up in societies echelon’s in Egypt meant that a child that was less than Pure was a major handicap to the family and by extension towards herself as well.

A crucial decision lingered on the woman’s mind, would she give birth to the child and claim a lie until the truth had been thrusted upon her? Would she run off towards a more acceptable scene to preserve what quality of life would exist? Both held consequences that she could not ignore not if she truly cared for the child one way or another. It was the possibility that she could offer much more to him still connected to her family and to grow and nurture by means of resources that could be accessed. The cost would be a lie, not one that would be a little ‘white lie’ but something that would fuel a larger fire than Layla could have ever anticipated could set a blaze.

That she had been taken ‘advantage’ of by an extremely lustful man but held no hints towards lineage. It was obscure enough that perhaps her parents would be willing to gloss over. She was young and smitten by the typical bad boy charms, but it wasn’t something that she should or could speak to her parents about, not until they could fully grow to love the ‘spawn’ that swelled in her belly. The lie in place meant that she always had the unfortunate pleasure of damage control nearly every second of her pregnancy. Often to the extent of having an intermediary search out for specialty doctors that didn’t mind ‘covering up’ certain documents or falsifying tests. At least enough to hold her parents at bay and those that were connected to them by interaction.

Even to the extent that she had went through every means to cover up the terrible agony Marcus would suffer anytime light of the sun exposed against his delicate skin, when certain fabrics of clothing would cause such an intense itch that at times he’d claw parts of his skin away into bloodied clumps on the surface. A lot of time, money, and lies woven on top of one another had secured Marcus a better existence than what would have been given to him but only for a short time. After all there was only so much you could hide from a family of Wizards once you had the use of magic into the picture.

Unable to risk the exposure of their grandchild amongst the upper crust of their society in Egypt and having at least developed enough of a bond with the child to feel a form of regret if any ‘unfortunate accidents’ were to occur they simply bided their time. At the age of eighteen when his education had been concluded they sent him off as far as was possible to another country and labeled it simply as a ‘Study Abroad to understand the world’ when any one would ask. This left him estranged from his Mother and her familial connection.

Marcus took up studying in Australia which was plenty far enough in his mind. He didn’t want to think about them more than necessary and his Mother always did send enough funding to keep him afloat and handling his educational needs which eventually lead him to enroll in VMU. The way that people were treated didn’t sit well with him and to be cast aside without someone there to help out certainly was one of the few things that could ‘grind his gears’ of sorts. It sparked a desire for him to expose the truths of the world, exposed the secrets that were ‘himself’ but to make it known there was no shame being found who you are. Probably a prospect not many would agree with. . . At least the ideology is precious.

Through the years he stuck his nose in different businesses, fingers trampled over various pies all for the sake and pursuit of knowledge and exposure. Currently he is involved in a personal business of journalism where he supplies those that frequent Melbourne and know exactly where to ‘Look’ for his kind of services.